I Truly Am The Villian

The Holy King stands at the pinnacle of the five realms of the Great Saint.

This is not surprising, otherwise how could the Demon Realm rule the Catastrophe Demon Domain?

Although the Haotian Sect has three Great Saints, their realms are not high, and it's estimated that even if they join forces, they wouldn't be a match for a single Holy King.

The crowd pondered in their hearts.

The path of the Great Saint is inherently difficult, a rarity in millions, no wonder.

Even more so for the Demon Race.

It seems the principles of this world have always excluded them, making comprehension difficult.

Occasionally, there are naturally gifted individuals within the Demon Race who comprehend the principles and achieve Great Saint status, like the Evil Demon who left the Demonic Path.

But these newly ascended Great Saints survive for less than a century before dying.

Bear in mind, a Great Saint is long equated with heaven, how could they die after merely a century?

Yet the powerful individuals of the Demon Race just die, without knowing the reason, and the Demon Race has never pursued it.

Within the Demon Race, there have always been rumors.

Some say it's because their lifespan reached its end, others say they were killed.

Unfortunately, despite various opinions, there has never been a unified answer.

Now, upon hearing Xu Zimei's words, countless people shuddered, as if something chilled their spine, sparking countless speculations.

Countless speculations they don't want to face or believe.

"Do you mean that our Demon Race cannot become Great Saints because of the Heavenly Dao?

And those naturally gifted ancestors who died early were also killed by the Heavenly Dao?" someone from the Demon Race asked cautiously.

"You already have the answer in your heart, why need me to confirm it?" Xu Zimei asked in return.

Actually, these people are not foolish; many within the Demon Race have likely thought about this.

And those who don't understand, upon hearing Xu Zimei's hint, quickly come to realize it.

"I don't believe it, what about the clan leader? What about the ancestors?

Let's ask them for an explanation," some Demons still unwilling to believe, shouted loudly.

"Why don't you want to believe?" Xu Zimei stared at the Demon calmly and said.

"You are scared."

"I...," the Demon instinctively wanted to refute, but the words stopped at his mouth, for he knew he was indeed scared.

The current Demon Race, to those powerful forces, let alone the Heavenly Dao, a single Holy Court could easily wipe them out.

"It's okay to be scared, but not to be cowardly," Xu Zimei said.

"Everything in this world will panic and fear; it is human nature.

I can forgive this; only if your heart is cowardly, then you will never stand again.

Even if a weapon is placed in your hand, you won't dare to wield it."

Speaking this, Xu Zimei turned his back.

His gaze swept across the whole Changsong Mountain, saying: "I hope you don't be cowardly, not for myself.

But for the entire Demon Race, follow me, even if you have no strength to tie a chicken, even facing an existence as strong as a Great Saint.

You can die, you can lose, but are absolutely not allowed to be cowardly, to have a cowardly heart, to tremble."

"If someone cannot do this, they can leave Changsong Mountain now, and I will leave the Demon Realm three days later.

Never stepping into it again, leaving you a place of peace."

Upon hearing this, some Demons were already beginning to hesitate.

Even a few Demons secretly sneaked out of the crowd.

They came here primarily to watch the excitement, now upon hearing a battle against the Heavenly Dao, they no longer have any courage.

"Everyone has their own aspirations," Xu Zimei murmured to himself.

He didn't think anything of it, nor did he despise these Demons.

It's just that different paths do not work together.

In the future, he and they naturally will no longer have relations.

If seen again next time, if there is an offense, definitely not holding back.

"Battling the Heavenly Dao, what do we use to win?" some Demons thought deeply and revealed their concerns.

"You have hands and feet, how come you can't win?" Xu Zimei said.

"Millions of years ago, we created the prosperous age of Demon's Advent, why can't we do it again now?"

"What if we lose?

I mean, just in case," a Demon asked again.

"If we lose, return from the beginning, isn't that just the logic of everything in the world," this time before Xu Zimei spoke, a nearby Demon started to argue.

"Maybe the Heavenly Dao hasn't completely exterminated us yet, but after thousands or millions of years?

Maybe we've already returned to earth, but what about our sons and grandsons, our descendants?"

"I have never met the Lord, but often observe the records of ancient history and have great longing for the Lord.

I wish I could go to that Heaven Challenge era and be able to go with the Lord."

"Exactly, even if not for ourselves, even for the descendants, we should fight for a battle."

Upon hearing the various voices of the Demons, more and more Demons began to be moved.

Of course, a part of the Demons remained hesitant.

After all, such matters can't be rashly agreed upon with a hot head.

At this moment, within the Demon Realm, the sound of horns suddenly rang.

The horn sound seemed to carry a dull feeling, coming from the Wild Desolation, reaching the entire heaven and earth.

The sound was continuous, one after another, growing stronger and stronger.

"That's the Demon Recall Order," a member of the Demon Race shouted.

"Hasn't it been several thousand years since our Demon Race blew the Demon Recall Order?"

"Yes, but whenever the Demon Recall Order sounds, all Demons must gather.

I remember the Demon Recall Order a thousand years ago was to campaign against the North Sea."

"What should we do? Should we go?"

"No, the Lord is here today, we only listen to the Lord, as for this Demon Recall Order, we ask the Lord to decide."

"Please make a decision," more and more members of the Demon Race began to shout.

At this moment, a figure strode through the air from afar.

This figure is Si Zu, whom Xu Zimei had seen when he first opened the Demon Realm.

Si Zu, in a white robe, stood in the air above.

"Si Zu is the direct disciple of Ancestor Mosha, what does it mean for him to come at this time?"

"Didn't you notice?

Among the Demon Race who came to Changsong Mountain today, many disciples of Ancestor Mosha haven't come."

"Does it mean there is disagreement between the Ancestor and the Lord?"

While everyone was discussing, Si Zu's eyes swept around, scanning the crowd.

The slight frown on his face showed some solemnity.

Even he did not expect that Xu Zimei, upon arriving at the Demon Race, without doing anything.

With just a few words, he managed to garner the loyalty of so many members of the Demon Race, wanting to follow him.

Si Zu took out a roll of golden demonic decree from the sleeve.

"The decree of Ancestor Mosha," Si Zu began to recite.

"All members of the Demon Race are to gather at Myriad Years Mountain, not to come to Changsong Mountain within three days.

Anyone who disobeys will be expelled from the Demon Realm."

As soon as these words were out, everyone's complexion changed drastically.

The meaning of this decree couldn't be more obvious.

There was a disagreement between the Ancestor and the Demon Lord.

Si Zu put away the demonic decree, looking at the Demons below indifferently.

Said: "What are you hesitating for, do not forget, this Demon Realm is your home.

You grew up here, don't you really want to leave just because of this person's few words?"